Music, notebooks, research books, Earl Grey, and loads of diet Sprite
Music. Sometimes I'll just loop Palestrina's Adoremus Te and play it for the writing of an entire chapter... six, eight hours. The experience, itself, is worth writing about. Good idea.
I have a room off the dinning room that has all my computer needs, even a coat closet that had shelves put into it for all my supplies.
I had my husband put a window into the left wall next to me that looks out into our sun room. Since the room is all glass, I can look out while I write to see the snow falling from a storm or enjoy the spring, summer and fall with sites with the colorful and different birds eating off the feeding or watching a few stray deer go through the yard.
This brings complete peace to me to concentrate better because I feel close to nature and God when I write.
I'm retired with no children left at home. My husband, bless him, does his thing around the yard and house, while I'm writing. Anytime he wants to go somewhere, I stop to go with him. I don't want my writing to become my life where I push my relationship aside.
Writing should be fun and enjoyable with attaining a sense of pride completing it. When it becomes something you have to do with stress, than it's not healthy and you're writing can become affected by it.
Books and music.
Music. Cats. My computer of course, though I can write poetry on a napkin in a crowded catless restaurant, or on public transportation. I began my aforementioned perpetually unfinished novel with two separate portions without realizing they were the same novel, and one of those portions was begun (and continued quite a ways) on a subway, writing in a notebook on my lap, or was it the corner of an envelope?
My work space is very scattered. A clean desk is the sign of a sick mind. I can't write with noise, so no TV or radio. I generally have one of my cats on the back of the chair, another one on my lap, and the dogs sleeping in the floor. I like a cozy, relaxed writing space.
I listen to classical music.
Silence. I can't have music blaring or the TV going when I write. My brain is messed up enough as it is, it doesn't need any help from the outside.
A cup of coffee and my computer is all it takes.
I don't have a problem concentrating no matter what's going on. Wrote when I had five kids and lived in a small house, wrote when I babysat grandkids.
I surround myself with books and art to help me concentrate.
I do all my writing in the den of my home. Often, I play soft, instrumental music in the background when I write.
I prefer quiet and or soft music that I don't have to pay attention to. Just the sound of music in the background helps me concentrate more on what I am doing. But actually, when I start writing, I am in a world of my own.
paper, pencils and morning quiet.